His beautiful wife, the lines on her face,
The years of youth they seem to erase,
Yet he will never see her so crudely,
And only sees time to increase her beauty.
And it makes him so sad when she does appear,
To turn away from her reflection in the mirror,
And look longingly at her slit skirts before they are dismissed,
With fonder memories, a bittersweet reminisce.
And so to a flower shop he does enquire,
To send a bouquet from a secret admirer,
So that his wife may secretly gloat,
About who would send her such flowers but not a note.
And so he comes home and says to her “Pray,
Tell me what special things happened today!”
Only to see his wife’s mood was not lifted,
By these dozen roses so secretly gifted.
Ideas of an admirer for her may exist,
A notion the woman has quickly dismissed,
“An old woman like me just puts them in water,
For surely such beauty was meant for my daughter.”
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/secret-admirers/
Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth 
I like it, but it is so sad.
Yes, every once in a while I visit that side of myself
Ahhh…such a love story if only she could see past the mirror….
Yes, true
So realistic. 😦
Sorry, tonight I made everyone depressed!
No. Not depressed. Just recognized truth in there. I see ladies like that.
This is true!
It is late, oh yes it is
When he lays him down
And knows he does miss
Her smile and her frown.
Days do pass one by one.
His bride of fifty years
Has died and gone on,
But her voice, he hears
In the very late at night
Speaking her love and care
That him she does await
To hold close again
No matter how long it takes
For that long white train
To deliver him where
She stands at the station
To kiss him a kiss so rare
On that happy occasion.
Wow, we are a depressed bunch tonight! Absolutely beautiful Don!
Thank you. I loved yours as well. I always get a bit like this when it’s this late at night and I am listening to Sinatra doing his blues.
Quite the loveliest of verses – a tale of one mans stupidity for all he had to do was gift the roses himself, one to one. First verse was a gem for even though I’m 108 and the wife a mere 101 that is exactly how I see the old boot!
Thank you Mike! I’m sure she is a lovely old boot at that!
Excellent bitter-sweet humour. The ending made me wince, because her reaction is so true to life
Thank you for this Peter!
Wow! That is a fantastic poem! I was going to say one of your best ever, but you’ve written so many that are so good that I can’t say any are better than others. This one is really brilliant!
Glad you like it Phil!
You just keep banging out the verse. Damn, when the hell do you sleep?
Sleep? I do not understand this concept…please explain. Lol
As a humble satirist and no student of the fine arts I fear my assessment of this rather beautiful poem is somewhat less than worthless. Nevertheless I shall press on regardless and thank you for it. Well done indeed.
Thank you. Your assessment is quite welcome nontheless.
How sad. Yet, I too can relate. Age really is not easy to contend with. I know. (((HUGS))) Amy
So true, thanks Amy!
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
OH DEAR…..NEXT TIME…ATTACH A NOTE! :FROM YOU!
Jeepers, how do you see into my soul like that? A truly great piece there.
I would never imagine this poem to be about you but I guess a lot of women are like this. Thanks Marie! I’m glad you liked it.
Wow. Just wow. I just told my readers to come visit you here and mentioned your fantastic endings. How in the world do you do this?? I try, try, try….but my conclusions always fall flat. Start an online seminar. Call it, “Famous Last Words.” You’ll make a killing.
ps. I loved the entire thing and sadly, can relate a little too much.
Stephanie, I am so flattered to hear you say that. Every time I read your posts I am so blown away and never disappointed by the endings. You don’t know how much that means coming from you. So appreciated!
So sad and lovely. Reminds me of an O. Henry story.
What an awesome compliment. Thanks Sparrow.